What's Going On?" Newt Asked, Looking Back

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose,” He Repeated; The Bubble Of Phlegm In His Throat Made A Disgusting Crackle. “and It Really Blows.

He Didn't Care About The Others Anymore. The Chaos Around Him Seemed To Siphon Away His Humanity, Turn Him Into An Animal. All He Wanted Was To Survive, Make It To That Building, Get Inside. Live. Gain Another Day.

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.